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Quinta, also known by her birth name, Kath or Katherine Mann, is a London-based multi-instrumentalist, solo artist, composer and session player. She plays the violin, viola, musical saw, and keyboards. Quinta's dad gave her this nickname when she was a baby. He was a teacher of Latin and Greek, and she was the fifth of five children, and a girl.
Quinta joined Bat for Lashes’ live line-up in 2007 and toured the UK and Europe the following year as part of Bat for Lashes’ Radiohead support tour.
Quinta plays with Philip Selway,The Paper Cinema, and Marques Toliver, amongst others, and in 2009 released her debut album ‘My Sister Boudicca’ on the Tartaruga record label.
Bat for Lashes- Two Suns (2009)
Quinta- My Sister Boudicca (2009)
Philip Selway- Running Blind EP (2011)
La Quinta Estación Básico 40 Completo
La Quinta Estación - Sueños Rotos
La Quinta Estación - Algo más (Letra)
La Quinta Estación - Recuerdame
La 5a Estación - El Sol No Regresa
Me muero por besarte - La Quinta Estacion (Letra)
LA 5A Estación - Algo Más (Video Oficial) #VEVO
La Quinta Estación Sus Mejores Éxitos - mix 2016
La Frase Tonta De La Semana (Letra) -La Quinta Estacion
LA QUINTA OLA. Tráiler Oficial HD en Español. Ya en cines
La Quinta Onda Trailer Italiano Ufficiale (2016) - Chloë Grace Moretz [HD]
La Quinta Estación Que te quería
La Quinta Estación - Algo Mas (letra)
La quinta estacion Sueños Rotos
Fog began the morning,
the sun ate through the gloom like a single hole punch
in a piece of card.
No cartoon beams of light.
Past the townhouse,
straight to central station,
the first time you were dropped off in your brother's
car.
I don't think it's luck that we stayed in touch.
Pale pink petals touch the surface of the pool
and the curves of the contours remind me of your
absence.
My eyes are bleached.
Strip lighting sparking on and off,
blinking lashes suspended above.
The cab driver barely resembles his photograph,
beneath the plastic laminate and its curling edges.
I wonder how else the years have marked him.
This country, it goes on and on.
Certainty comes, however fleeting.
We spent one night in one room.
Put one leg underneath the other.
It'll fall asleep before you do.
You loosen the band and your hair unfolds like flames.
You tie the ribbon to your wrist.
So we stand and stare at the morning rush hour
in a balcony scene.
We were there.
Where was the air?
We were there.
Where was the air?
At toll stations we tossed cents into a plastic
catching funnel